$20... and no booze.

ok. i was expecting to be the embarrassed douchebag getting turned away from geisha bar (some wanky bar where important people with amazing cars go, or some bullshit. they probably play akon and chris brown). and yes, we did get turned away from the exclusive bar, even after the pep talk we gave ourselves before approaching the bar (ok, so we'll just cruise in and slip the bouncer a $20 and it'll be sweet). fine, that's expected, and hilarious. and i did expect to have to pay $10 to get into some random bar that felt like a sausagefest in asiatown...
but then, after we had the genius idea to hit a strip club, BAM! we're asked for $10 cover charge and told we have to spend $10 on soft drinks. what kind of a world parades naked ladies around and doesn't sell the devil's juice? boobs are nothing without jaeger...
yes, i'm a classy man. but still, that is a bit ridiculous, n'est-ce pas?

still, it was interesting going out in LA. even when "going out" isn't what i thought it was around here. apparently bars close at like 2am at the very latest. and i felt really cool and hip (like those kids in the laguna OC beach hills) talking about how us supercool sydney kids dance to chris brown and akon til about 4am or even sunrise. but then i just realize that everyone here lives with like 10 other mates and just get drunk at home and play beerpong all night. so whatever, beerpong, world bar. potayto potaatoe.